Halfling

Her Army

Don't be afraid to have chaos

In your eyes and fire in your voice.

After all, your soul is so much more

Beautiful when it is filled with storms.

~ Ariana

Dwayne's POV *TW VIOLENCE*

I can smell her and the smell of her blood no matter how faint pisses me off. A light explodes sending a gust of wind almost knocking us out of the sky. Hell were barely up here to begin with.

Paul: "That's got to be her. If that is her blood, I'm ripping someone's throat out."

Micheal shoots ahead of us. Him and Star being the only ones capable of flying faster than light at the moment. Hell we look like fucking birds.

The moment we hit the ground, I'm astonished. Six glowing purple skeletons stand around her in a protective circle. She's laying on the ground with her face cut up and bleeding.

We take a step closer and the skeletons make a move to push us back.

David: "What the hell?"

Jay: "Sorry boys. You're a little late to our party."

Dwayne: "Is she at least alive?"

Max: "Mostly. Though she almost didn't make it here. I'm sure the four of you are in lousy shape. How did you think this would work out?"

Micheal: "Maybe with help. God you're so dead the moment I get my hands on you."

Star and Micheal head straight for Max. Clawing and biting at him like rabid animals.

Dwayne: "Paul, Marko, help them. We've got him. The sooner he's taken out, the better for them."

Jay: "So you four are fated mates to my daughter? Wow. I really expected better for her."

David: "Not like you were around to care."

I stare at his hands the closer he gets. His rings are slowly dripping blood with a very familiar scent.

Jay: "Oh sorry. Hope I didn't hurt her too badly. I still kind of need her around."

"You are fucking dead."

I shoot at him with whatever strength I have left. I want him to feel the pain I'm sure she's felt the last few days. I want him to rot in hell for what he's done to her. This was his plan from the beginning.

All that paperwork. All those books. A sure fire way to create the only halfling, the prophecy. He wanted it all for himself. Conning his brother to help and the only remaining witch. I can sense her slowing heart rate from here as she lay crumpled on the ground not far away.

He takes one good blow to my face and I feel my nose crack under his fist. It sends me stumbling back a few feet. David throws him up against a tree. I watch as they exchange punches with each other. David's barely healing and Jay's healing too quickly for him to keep up.

As Jay reaches above him, David rips his throat out. I catch the movement above them just in time to shove David out of the way. The sharp pain exploding in my chest as a branch narrowly missed my heart. I land not far from our girl who is still curled up on the snow.

My eyes flutter trying to hold themselves open but the wound refuses to heal quick enough.

"I'm sorry princess."

I watch her eyes snap open but her natural color is absorbed by the all black she now shows. Endless voids for eyes. She stares at me and then my wound.